In a moment of late night pregnant online shopping/nesting/love my opulent wife bought me a DNA test from the groovy people at 23andMe. I spit in a vile. I mailed it away. I waited. Subplot: I'm adopted. My parents never hid this from me. I've written about it in several places. HERE and HERE (page 8) for example. …
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